Painting by Vickie Hurtt-Thayer
Tomorrow is coming, it always does, yesterdays gone left in the dust. A hungry child dies everyday, someones mother has cried today. Children growing up in poverty, the tears have washed away his dreams. Her belly hurts the food is gone, Its been many days since she had some. The rats they gnaw at her mother's pain, they've eaten up every grain. Food is the sustenance of life, his hunger cuts the bread like a knife. Vickie Hurtt-Thayer
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